Ok, as suggested by another forum reader, readers do prefer shorter sections than complete stories in one go. So here is Chapter 1
Chapter 1
"Do you think I have lost weight?" Kelly stood in front of her full length mirror. Kelly was a nice size 10, certainly in no need to lose anything. She tugged at the very loose band of her pink lacy knickers. "Look they are loose" she observed and she was right. Questions about a woman’s weight are always tricky and near impossible to answer correctly but her boyfriend Andy would have to try and answer as carefully as he could.
"No, you look good to me" he replied, it was not a relevant answer, but a safe one. Kelly turned to him; she was naked from the waist up, her big nipples stood proud on her C cup chest.
"No they look great" he answered, even after all this time he was still easily distracted by her chest.
"That’s not what I'm asking" she laughed "Look, these are lose."
"It’s probably the washing machine I keep telling you it stretches my clothes" he offered an explanation. She never remembered him mentioning it before, but it was plausible, it had to be something, her perceived weight loss had not been noticed in her tops or trousers. She shook it off.
"At this rate I'm going to have to buy new ones."
"Of course you will" Andy replied, maybe it was just a ploy to go shopping. "So what time will you be back?" he asked. Kelly was out on a girl’s night, they both had quite good social lives and whilst they did go out together often, they would commonly go out separately.
"Probably about 3" she replied.
"Ok, give me a call" he replied. "I can pick you up" he kindly offered.
"It's ok Max will give us all a lift, he's not drinking" she said.
"Is he going?" Andy asked in an enquiring tone. Andy was not a jealous guy, but Max was one of those guys that no man would feel that comfortable about their beautiful girlfriend hanging around with. He was a slim, black haired man, attractive to the point where even a guy could see his appeal, he spoke with a strong east coast American accent. He had been in England since he was a teenager but somehow he had kept a strong accent, possibly it was just a ploy.
"Yes he is going, I really don't know your issue with him" she replied.
"Well you know" he said, not offering any more explanation to his unfounded concern.
"Trust me, he really isn't interested in me" she reassured. It wasn't as if Andy was suspicious about Max and Kelly, he just found it a little strange that he would always accompany the girls on a night out. On the other hand he was happy he wouldn't be dragged out in the early hours, also that there was someone who would look out for the girls.
"What are you going to do ?" she asked as she started to dress. She had chosen another set of underwear, this set fitted perfectly.
"Oh I will just laze around, maybe watch something" he said.
"Uh huh" She responded. That was her typical response to his rather vague words. 'Maybe watch something' she knew that there was a high possibility of that meaning, 'I'm going to lie on the bed and watch porn all night' she knew what he did but it didn't bother her, she had caught him watching porn before, furiously masturbating his 7 inch cock before. Rather than be outraged she had just helped him out as if it were, well guys have their needs, and if she wasn't about then why should she care.
Kelly always dressed well, certainly age appropriate and tonight was no different, she always took a little care, her skirt was not too short but enough for her to still look sexy. She studies herself in the mirror and was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. She kissed Andy as her grabbed her bag and rushed out the house, Andy was left alone.
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